How does the meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its roots, and in that freedom bold.William Wordsworth
The poetry of life. A framework of poetic structure: rhythmic qualities, imaginative awareness; brimming with aesthetic-beauty moments (if only I’d stop long enough to notice).
A life arranged by the Creator-Master Poet. Composed to call forth a human-heart response through meaning, sound and the rhythms of a faith-enlarging life.
It takes a strength beyond self to reveal the poetry of life. Its ambiguity, irony and metaphorical connections have left my life open to myriad interpretations (and people can be so cruel).
It takes connecting serendipitous dots with hopeful imagination and the strength of endurance for the perfection of The Poet’s passion to be revealed. A glorious unveiling of unrequited love that has power to turn even my tears into poetry.
Love & Peace,
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Standing at ocean’s edge, scanning far and wide;
From here, all lands in reach.
To the East, castles of Europe;
To the Southeast, African children wave.
Circumnavigating the world;
Within the compass of blue and green.
An ocean traveler, having never left the sands.
“He’s the owner of every ocean, the engineer and sculptor of earth itself!”Psalm 95:5 (TPT)
Love & Peace,
“How can it be, not all about me!”
”How can it be, not all about me!”
Over and over and over again,
I hear the vain cry of humanity…
Then suddenly, in the midst
Of this egomaniacal abyss
The sound of Christ’s heart of humility…
“Oh, how can it be, not all about me”?
And I am undone.